Bend ~ Molly McLain

by McLain, Molly

  I take him up on the offer and, twenty minutes later, I’m in the midst of a game, partnered with my new friend.

  “Right there,” he says, pointing to an open shot that I could easily sink. Instead, I play nervous. “You want some help?”

  “Could you?”

  Chase grins and all too eagerly sidles up behind me as I line up the shot. His hips press against my ass as he leans down, over my back. He’s big and overwhelming, and he’d toss me around like a rag doll, I just know he would. My blood rolls a little hotter just thinking about how easily I could let him own me, and that’s both exciting and terrifying at the same time.

  I’ve been with six guys in the past eight years. I’m not a slut, but I do have slutty tendencies and, right now, they crave indulgence. The promise I made myself says I shouldn’t take this any further, but the pulse beating between my legs says why the hell not?

  With Chase’s hand wrapped around mine, I shoot . . . and not only sink my solid, but the eight ball, too. Shit.

  His friends whoop and holler about their win, and my confidence sinks to my toes.

  What am I doing? Do I honestly want to hook up with a random guy just because I have an itch? Just because the night didn’t go my way?

  “Can you excuse me for a minute?” I ask Chase, who dips his chin without hesitation.

  Grabbing my purse, I hurry to the hall at the back of the bar, quickly finding the women’s bathroom at the very end of the narrow corridor.

  Inside, I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to catch my suddenly frantic breath. I should’ve gone home. Hell, I should’ve never left home. Then I never would’ve ended up in this battle of moral will.

  The bathroom door creaks open behind me and, in the reflection, a man in a tight white T-shirt and dark washed jeans steps in, flipping the lock behind him. I gasp as he takes two big steps forward and slides a callused hand around my mouth.

  “Don’t even think about it,” he rasps in my ear, with the heat and muscle of his upper body pressing firmly against the bare skin on my back. He’s bigger than Chase, and there’s a dangerous glint in his crystal blue eyes as he watches me in the mirror. “You shouldn’t be here, princess. Bad things can happen to pretty girls like you in this part of town.”

  I try to answer, but he only grips me harder, pinning my pelvis to the counter with his hips.

  “What’s your game, Kinsey, huh?” His breath is hot against the side of my neck as he trails his nose and parted lips to the soft spot behind my ear. “You come here looking for trouble?”

  My first instinct is to shake my head, but I’m not sure there’s any sense in lying.

  “That’s it, isn’t it?” He smiles against my ear before nipping roughly at my lobe and abrading my skin with his harsh stubble. A shudder of desire races down my spine as I realize he’s hard against my ass. “I’ve got no problem with you doing what you’ve gotta do, princess, but when you step into my bar, you play by my rules. You get me?”

  I nod, but I have no idea what he’s talking about. His bar? And where the hell did he get these clothes from?

  “Good girl.” The hand on my mouth loosens slightly, but the one curled around my hip digs deep. “So here’s how it’s going to go, Kins. You get two choices. One, you get your sweet ass into my truck and I take you home right now.”

  I’ll pass. Unless he plans on coming inside.

  “Or two, you forget the fuckwad at the pool table and you come upstairs with me. No questions, no expectations, definitely no promises . . .”

  That. I want that.

  Trent grins at me in the mirror and drops his hand. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you, princess?”

  Cheeks flushed and nostrils flaring, I lick my lips. “I guess you’ll see.”

  His eyes narrow slightly, but his smirk stretches wide. “So we’re going with the second option?”

  I shake my head. “I’m not going upstairs with you.”

  He quirks an eyebrow as I push back against his dick.

  “I want you to fuck me right here.”

  Blood surges through my cock when those sweet words roll off her tongue. I know fucking around with her is going to come back to bite me in the ass, but right now it seems like a small price to pay.

  Winding my fingers in her hair, I tug her head back, exposing that long line of soft, creamy skin running all the way down to her collarbone. I could kiss her pretty skin. Maybe tease a little. But the fire in her eyes says she’s craving something more.

  So I lick . . . and then I bite, only momentarily soothing away the sting with my tongue. With each new assault, her curvy little ass writhes back against my swollen dick, greedily begging for punishment.

  “And here I thought you were one of the quiet ones,” I taunt her before I suck hard on her collarbone, drawing the sexiest little moan from her lips and probably leaving a mark, too. “But you’re not really quiet at all, are you?”

  She shakes her head and reaches around between us, anxiously trying to palm my shaft. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

  “So damn impatient,” I chuckle, as my fingers slide down her hips and then roughly tug up the tight lace of her dress. The fleshy swell of her perfect ass pops free and I groan.

  No panties.

  “You ditch the thong, Kins, or were you bare like this when you stood beside me at the ball?”

  “Didn’t go with the dress,” she pants, her hand wrapped around what it can of my cock, squeezing. “Come on, Sergeant. Either show me what you’ve got, or let me go so I can do the work.”

  Fucking hell. How could I have been so wrong about this girl?

  “Your daddy forget to teach you manners, princess?”

  She opens her mouth to respond, but the crack of my hand across her ass turns her response into a gasp . . . and then a wicked little smile.

  “I already told you that, in my bar, I’m in charge. You forget that already?”

  Something absolutely fucking beautiful falls over her face as she bites her lip and shakes her head. “I’m sorry.”

  “Damn right, you are.” Jerking her around, I push her to her knees. “How about you apologize properly?”

  Eye level with my fly, she licks her lips and bats those gorgeous eyes. For a moment, I think she’s going to change her mind, but then her adept little fingers make quick work of loosening my belt.

  I wind my hands in her hair as she unsnaps and lowers my fly, inch by painful inch, until my cock springs free in her face.

  “Jesus . . .” Her lips part and her cheeks flush, and I’m pretty damn sure those are stars in her eyes. “All of this for me?”

  “All yours, baby. All night, too. Especially when you bent over that pool table out there.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear as she wraps a hand around my dick and strokes. “Do you do this often, Kins? Let strange men fuck you in dive bar bathrooms?”

  She shakes her head and an odd sense of relief blooms in my gut. Nothing’s going to stop me from giving her exactly what she wants tonight, but I’d rather not be a contribution to a bigger problem.

  “Ah, yeah . . .” I groan when her hot, wet mouth opens wide and takes my cock. Stretched into the perfect O, her painted lips slide down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat. Tears spring into those dark eyes, but she doesn’t stop.

  Back and forth she works me, one hand curled around the root, while her tongue rubs and swirls around my head. Over and over again, she bobs deep, swallowing me down like a fucking porn star.

  “Dirty, dirty princess . . .” I wipe away a tear with the pad of my thumb. “I think she likes choking on my cock.”

  Her eyes flutter shut as she hums, and the vibration is friggin’ heaven. My abs twitch and pressure builds tight at the base of my spine. I could blow down her throat in a heartbeat, but this is still her game, my rules or not. I let her go for a bit, sucking my cock like it’s her last meal, until I can’t take it anymore.

  “Get up.” I grasp her arm and pull
her to her feet, my mouth crashing down on hers as I lift her to the counter. Her lips are soft and her tongue is sweet, but she kisses with a hunger so fierce it makes my head spin.

  Kinsey’s not a whore—she’s just a woman who’s been denied a proper fucking.

  Lucky for her, I know how to use my dick.

  “You ready to sing, baby?” I ask, digging out the condom I stashed less than a half hour ago.

  She leans back on her palms, spreads her knees wide, and shows off every bit of that pretty pink pussy. There’s a dangerously sexy gleam in those dark eyes as she watches me roll on the rubber. Her tits, still wrapped tight in her dress, heave with every anxious breath she takes.

  She’s a goddamn vision. A desperate, needy temptation that I couldn’t have denied, even if I’d wanted to, and I have to wonder . . .

  Who’s really getting fucked here?

  TRENT PUSHES DOWN HIS JEANS and, with an arm around my waist, tugs me to the edge of the counter. The tiny bathroom already smells like sex and I realize it’s all me. He’s had me primed and ready to go for hours and, if I’m honest, he’s the real reason I’m here tonight. The irony of this place being his—or whatever he meant by that—is damn interesting.

  I reach for his cock and try to align him with my pussy, but he slaps away my hand and, damn, if I don’t love that sting.

  “Whose rules, Kins?”

  “Yours,” I pant. God, I need him inside. I want to feel that delicious burn of being taken and stretched. That hard friction of body on body. The sweet, overwhelming sensation of being completely freaking owned.

  “You’re so goddamn pretty when you’re desperate,” he says, dropping his forehead down against mine while he grasps his cock and rubs the thick head over my aching clit.

  A shudder slides down my spine and my pussy clenches in anticipation. A crooked grin lifts one side of his mouth as he repeats the motion again and again, until I cry out from the agony of it.

  “Fuck!” I shake so hard that my fingertips dig into the cool countertop to keep myself upright. I want to come so badly, but his touch is just a little too gentle. Close, but not close enough.

  “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

  “Harder,” I beg, my voice hoarse. Edgy. Raw.

  “Like this?” He replaces his cock with the rough pad of his thumb, giving my clit the concentrated friction it craves.

  “Oh, Godddd . . .” My low moan melds into a greedy cry as the pressure winds tight, pulsing right there on the edge of release.

  “Come on, princess. I know you want to come. You wouldn’t be here tonight if you didn’t.” He slides two fingers inside and begins pumping slowly, using the heel of his palm to rub my swollen clit while he loosens me up to three fingers.

  His cock is hot and long resting on my thigh, and it would be so easy to guide him inside and take what I want.

  “Yeah, baby, I could fuck this orgasm out of you, but you’ve gone through all this trouble. The least I can do is give you more than one.”

  Oh, fuck, yes. Please.

  Suddenly, his other hand connects with the side of my ass and I jump. The motion jars the heel of his hand against my clit and his fingers grip inside of me just . . . right.

  “Yes, yes, yes . . .” I reach between my legs and grip his hand, holding him in place, with his hand cupped like a fist, half in my pussy and half out, absolutely tormenting me.

  All that tight tension inside and all that incredible friction outside, hard and rough . . .

  My hips lift off the counter, fucking his hand for all it’s worth, until I shatter. Absolutely fucking shatter into a million irreparable pieces.

  “Trent!” I don’t hold back my cry and he doesn’t hold back, either, when he slams his cock inside my still-fluttering pussy.

  “Ah, princess, you feel so fucking good.” Forehead against mine again, he steals a breathless kiss. “Better than I imagined.”

  He’s thought about this? God.

  Slowly, he begins to fuck me, face-to-face, long and deep. Our mingled breathing is frantic and hot, and in seconds I come again, the orgasm ripping through me like an earthquake.

  He grunts his approval and wraps an arm around my back, holding me in place as his thrusts grow harder and harder. He’s so deep inside, sliding along nerves and pleasure points I haven’t felt in a long time.

  I slide one hand into his hair, taking his mouth again in a heady kiss, while the other finds his ass, flexing tight as he pistons in and out of me like a machine.

  Definitely a hard ass. Definitely going to ruin me, too.

  “Goddamn, Kins . . .” His nostrils flare and blue-hot flames blaze in his eyes, as perspiration beads across his forehead. “All night long you stood next to me bare. All night long I could’ve fucking had this . . .”

  “All yours,” I tell him. “Any time you want it.”

  Something flashes in his eyes, and then he reaches between us and pinches my clit. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, but I can’t hold back the low, rumbling groan in my chest.

  He’s going to blow my mind for a third time and that hasn’t happened . . . ever.

  “Do it, princess.” His hand winds in my hair, tugging hard so that my eyes are lined up with his. So I can’t question his meaning. “I want to feel your tight little cunt grip me again. I want you to come so hard the whole fucking bar knows how good I gave it to you.”

  Yes! My God, how does he know? How does he—

  He hikes me off the counter and slams my back into the wall with nothing but his hand and arm as cushion.

  “Shit, Trent! Fuckkkk!” I lose it all over again, coming so hard my ears ring. He follows after, grunting hard as he unloads inside of me.

  Both of us breathing hard, he presses his forehead to mine and kisses me gently. A complete one-eighty from possessive kisses only moments ago. “Feel better?”

  Oh, he has no idea. “Much,” I pant. “That was amazing.”

  He smiles against my lips. “Wouldn’t have been half as good with that other loser.”

  God. Closing my eyes, I take a moment to catch my breath. “Where the hell did you come from anyway? In different clothes.”

  “Bought the bar with my brothers a couple of years ago,” he says, as he discards the condom in the trash. “I’m staying upstairs while my townhouse is being renovated.”

  So that’s why the bartender looked familiar. “How many brothers?”

  “Two. You met Trav at the bar.”

  “Ah.” I shimmy my dress back into place, the slow realization of what we’ve just done settling in. “I just nailed a cop.”

  “In a bar,” he adds, winking at me in the mirror as he washes his hands. “Is this your thing or . . . ?”

  “God, no.” I shake my head adamantly. “I mean, maybe a little, but it’s been more fantasy than reality.” Except for that one time.

  He grabs some paper towels and turns back to me, his jeans still undone at his waist. His hair is a mess from my hands and his T-shirt somehow has my lipstick on the collar. “Why Franco’s?” he asks. “Don’t tell me it’s a coincidence that you ended up here, because I watched you. You knew where you were going.”

  He’s right. Ending up in the neighborhood was pure luck, but as soon as my heels hit the pavement outside of the cab, I knew where I’d end up. I only hoped it’d work out like this. That it happened with Trent is probably both a blessing and a curse. Only time will tell which.

  “I was here once a long time ago,” I admit.

  “And what,” he laughs, “ . . . it was such a memorable experience, you had to come back? Shit, Kins, this place doesn’t look any better now than it did ten years ago. You sure as fuck don’t belong here during the daylight, let alone at night in a dress like that.”

  “Oh, but it’s okay for you?” I snap, my chin pulled in.

  “I pay the mortgage every month and I also carry a badge in my back pocket, so yeah, babe, it is okay for me.” He tosses the paper towel, zips up, and s
talks forward, his big hands smoothing back over my hips. “That’s okay, Kins. You don’t have to tell me what really brought you here,” he says softly. “We all have our secrets, now don’t we?”

  My face flames hot, which is absolutely ridiculous. I just shamelessly begged him to fuck me and now I’m blushing like a preteen. “Keep this one between us?”

  He gives his head a decisive nod. “I fucked the captain’s daughter, princess. Not something I’m going to write in the sky.”

  A small smile tickles at the corner of my mouth. “Do you think you could stop pulling me over now?”

  His smoldering, sated eyes widen. “Not a chance, babe.”

  I pull into Kinsey’s driveway on the other side of Henderson just after ten o’clock. She yawns from the passenger seat of my truck, but I still kill the engine. Whatever meaningless shit just happened between us at the bar, Kinsey is not the kind of girl I can just drop off at the curb and go on my merry way. She might think she is—or she might want to be—but there’s a whole other side to her that needs something more.

  I’m not the guy to give it to her, but I like her enough not to be an ass. For now, I’ll give her what she probably doesn’t even know she needs. When her case is over, I’ll walk away.

  “Thank you for the ride,” she says softly, unbuckling her seatbelt. “I still stand by the fact that I could have grabbed a cab.”

  “But would you have come home?” I wink, and she shoves at my shoulder.

  “Hey now. I might like a dirty romp from time to time, but I wouldn’t go looking for guy number two still smelling like guy number one.”

  But isn’t that an interesting thought? “Have you ever done that?”

  She glances over at me with a frown. “I just said I wouldn’t.”

  “I mean two guys. At once.”

  Her cheeks darken in the dash light glow. “No. Not that I haven’t been curious.”

  Wow. It really is the quiet ones, isn’t it?

  “Don’t.” She shakes her head, though she laughs as she does it. “Don’t look at me like you think I’m crazy, because I can guarantee you’ve done it. Probably more than once.”